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I Just Wanted A Soft Life, Not A Demon Husband

Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?
Kaguya01 · 86k Views

They Made Us Ghosts

The crown erased us before it ever killed us. Rachel Camila was born a princess—then quietly replaced. Churchill was raised as her future king—then ordered to disappear with her. For the sake of a “stable throne,” false heirs were crowned, history rewritten, and the real royal bloodline buried alive beneath the palace they once called home. Officially, Rachel and Churchill never existed. Their names were struck from records. Their parents were “sent away.” The kingdom moved on. But they survived. Cast into the lower districts, hunted, starving, and powerless, Rachel and Churchill were taken in by an old assassin who taught them a cruel truth: justice is never given—it is taken with blood. Weak to strong, blade by blade, they were rebuilt not as rulers, but as weapons. They do not return for the throne. They return for the truth. As the kingdom rots under a regime that rules like a mafia in crowns—silencing witnesses, disappearing citizens, and turning hunger into control—rumors begin to spread of two ghosts killing only those who deserve it. The deeper Rachel and Churchill dig, the clearer the betrayal becomes: their parents are still alive, imprisoned beneath the palace, hidden because someone knows the truth—and is terrified of it. Love becomes their greatest weakness and their only reason to keep breathing. Trained to kill together, bleed together, and survive nights that should have broken them, they choose each other even when it costs them allies, safety, and mercy. The crown chose silence. They chose vengeance. And by the time the kingdom realizes the ghosts are real, it is already too late to run. The kingdom erased its true prince and princess—so they returned as assassins, not to rule, but to burn the lie down together.
ChoiSylvesterJung · 1.4k Views